prettier on paper

queer-with-a-pen

unrequited love is all well

and good in songs

written out as a poem

a sonnet

a ballad

but the reality hurts

 

the only heart i’ve ever

broken is my own

which, i guess that’s not

such a bad track-record

 

and what kind of poet

a wanna-be bard

would i be if i didn’t

think or speak with my mind

but with my heart

my love?

 

but i have grown tired

of licking my wounds

always hoping for hands

that are more steady than my own

to take this hurt from me

 

and i am so full of love

yours for the taking, always

i’d give you my heart if i could

better with a knife than with blood

but that’s a risk i’m willing to take

 

i ache, i ache, and i ache

not entirely knowing what for

maybe out of longing

something akin to wanting?

an answer only i can give

 

but i still don’t know

what the question could be

and so words die on my tongue

afraid of smothering you under

the weight of whatever

this is

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2020 23:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Listen to Her Sweet Kiss, from The Witcher soundtrack. The voice-break on the lyric, "I am weak my love, and I am wanting."
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • jarcher54

    I adore this:

    the only heart i’ve ever
    broken is my own

    Thanks for that contribution to my day!

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you for the compliment, and reading my work!

    • dusk arising

      This shouts "I dunno what i want but i sure don't want what i've got"

      The frustration of so much good stuff being out there but none of it coming your way i guess. And the harder you try to attract it the more frustrated you get.
      Catch 22 .

      So maybe you turn your back on it so as to stop getting so wound up.... cos one day what you want is gonna come tapping you on the shoulder.

      • queer-with-a-pen

        Got more unrequited love than I know what to do with sometimes. It’s a catch 22, indeed. I don’t know how to stop looking for love, hoping for it. More patient about some things than others, I guess.

        Thank you for your kind words, and reading my work! Your advice makes the other stuff sting a little less.



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